"Just you try." But the Colonel, grumbling, said thirty dollars was thirty dollars, and he reckoned he'd call it a deal. The Boy stared, opened his mouth to protest, and shut it without a sound.
The Colonel had untied Nig, and the Leader, unmindful of the impending change in his fortunes, dashed past the muddy man from the gulch with such impetuosity that he knocked that gentleman off his legs. He picked himself up scowling, and was feeling for his gold sack.
"Got scales here?"
"No need of scales." The Boy whipped out a little roll of money, counted out thirty dollars, and held it towards the Colonel. "I can afford to keep Nig awhile if that's his figure."
The stranger was very angry at this new turn in the dog deal. He had seen that Siwash out at the gulch, heard he was for sale, and came in "a purpose to git him."
"The dog season's over," said the Boy, pulling Nig's ears and smiling.
"Oh, is it? Well, the season for eatin' meals ain't over. How'm I to git grub out to my claim without a dog?"
"We are offerin' you a couple o' capital draught dogs."
"I bought that there Siwash, and I'd a paid fur him if he hadn't a knocked me down." He advanced threateningly. "An' if you ain't huntin' trouble—"
The big Colonel stepped in and tried to soothe the stranger, as well as to convince him that this was not the party to try bullying on.